Sleepless In NYC…

Waiting for Morning Joe.

Monday through Friday, from 2am on, I read, write and await the repartee at 6am emanating From Joe Scarborough, Mika Brzezinski and their insightful gang of influencers.

The last time I slept through the night was 2001, Joe Scarborough was serving his last term as a Republican in the U.S. Congress (BTW, Joe is now a registered Independent).

Is age responsible for not sleeping?

Around 11pm I am ready to crash.

I awake refreshed and then I glance at my phone and it’s midnight.

Are you kidding me?

Up until today, I held Finnley partially responsible, our large pup who insists on sleeping on my side of the bed.

My husband is not as accommodating regarding Finnley’s sleep patterns.

I often wake with cramped legs, my shoe fillers usually dangling over the side of the bed.

I attempt to rearrange my legs by lying on my back, placing a long limb on either side of Finnley’s stretched out body.

No comfort found in that position.

Last night, I introduced a large, luxe doggie bed and banished Finnley to the living room.

Deja vu all over again, I can equate the act to David and I crawling military style out of Courtny’s room when we attempted to have our baby fall asleep on her own.

Well, Finnley was a star and slept through the night in her new nocturnal surroundings…I did not fare as well and was up at 2am, but I couldn’t head to the living room to write and await Morning Joe as Finnley along with her sister, Madison, were comfortably sleeping through the night.

Obviously, it is me and not Finnley who is the culprit.